Crashing

A few weeks ago (one? Two? I honestly can't even remember...) I wrote about how I'm still adjusting to my busy schedule.  And I still am. What hasn't helped is that over the past two weekends, I've been traveling back upstate, completely eliminating the possibility of doing homework on Saturday or Sunday.

I feel like I've been running myself into the ground, working, coming home and doing work until past midnight, and then waking up early every day and doing it all again. Of course, I love every second. I love paramount and I love the experiences I'm getting there. I'm excited to finally be taking classes I care about. But the late nights and early mornings are killing me.

As much as I loved seeing my family and Andrew, I'm also looking forward to staying at school and having a predictable routine for a month or so. I've even willingly agreed not to come home for Columbus Day weekend.

I'm also waiting to see when I will finally realize that I need to stop saving huge readings and papers due Thursday for Wednesday nights at 10 pm.

I love being busy, but when it's in my control. I hate the feeling that my schedule is controlling me and that I'm getting worn down in the process. I woke up Sunday morning with a sore throat and a disgusting headache and I'm taking that as a sign that I need to regain control. Doing my work as soon as I can and finally getting some sleep.